Thank you all for your lovely reviews here's the next chapter sorry if its a bit depressing!

Carla could feel herself beginning to drift in and out of consciousness and her brain begin to lose concentration. She tried to pick up the whisky bottle next to her and only succeeded to send the bottle flailing into the cupboard. As she tried to sit up a wave of nausea passed over her and she suddenly had the urge to be sick. Crawling on her hands and knees she struggled to make her way into the bathroom and as her hands came into contact with the cool hard tiles she felt her body give up and slump to the floor.

Lying in the darkness she could hear the faint noise of a tap dripping and she found it oddly soothing. The noise washed away all her previous thoughts and fears and now all her brain could concentrate on was the rhythmic sound of the water droplets hitting the ceramic basin of the sink. Her eyes now felt too heavy to keep open and as she let them slowly slide shut she swore she could hear someone shouting her name. Forcing her eyes back open she heard the voice again this time accompanied by the sound of a key in a lock. Willing her body to respond for the last time Carla kicked the bathroom door closed as her mind began to shut down. The last thought that crossed her mind was she was free and the last person she pictured "Chelle ..."

Michelle banged on Carla's door for the second time "Carla" she waited for a few minutes before searching her bag for the key Carla had forgotten to take from her. Well so much for "surprise!" Michelle thought. Several minutes passed and still searching frantically she began to lose patience Oh come on where is it she tipped the bag up onto the floor and finally located the bloody key. Packing away her bag she grumbled to herself as she slid the key into the lock and let herself in. "I'm back you missed .." On turning away from the door Michelle was confronted by the empty vodka and wine bottles on the kitchen work top. Michelle sighed and felt the optimism fading from her.

"Oh Carla"

Slowly making her way over to the kitchen Michelle picked up the bottles and dumped them in the bin the noise of glass on metal echoing in the confined space. Michelle noticed how silent the flat seemed and she presumed Carla must have got drunk and gone to bed. Great she'll have the hangover from hell in the morning should have stayed with Maria!

Michelle draped her coat over the couch and deciding to check that Carla had actually made it into bed. Grimacing at the thought of the mood Carla would be in if she had a bad back from lying on the floor all night she headed towards Carla's bedroom. Flicking the light on she noted that the room was empty Michelle felt the uneasiness return with force and she took a deep breath and flicked out the light. As Michelle made her way back towards to kitchen she suddenly froze in horror. Tucked behind the bin was a medication bottle. Empty. Michelle scrambled to pick up the bottle her eyes frantically trying to read the label and as her brain finally made sense of the medical jargon her blood ran cold sleeping pills.

Michelle began to look round in panic and she strode towards the bathroom. Flinging the door wide open she couldn't help the strangled wail that escaped her. Michelle fell back against the door as her brain took in the lifeless image of her best friend lying on the floor in front of her.

Ambulance ambulance AMBULANCE

Her brain was desperately trying to focus and she threw herself to the couch, grasped her mobile and shakily dialled 999. As the dialling tone began she headed back to the bathroom and knelt on the floor.

"Car don't do this to me please no ... Yes ambulance please I .. she's overdosed I need help" Michelle was sobbing and shaking, her left hand clutching at Carla's shoulder trying to shake her awake "Yes Four Drapers Mill Apartments please come please?"

After hearing the operator confirm that an ambulance had been sent Michelle flung the mobile to the floor and tried to stop the shaking in her hands as she clutched wildly at Carla's wrist desperate to find a pulse.

Nothing

Michelle slowly tilted Carla's head back and pressed her fingers lightly to her throat and tried to feel for any movement to show that there was still life beating through her best friend.

Nothing

Slowly Michelle pulled her hand away and she gently gathered Carla's limp body in her arms and held her to her chest as her sobbing became more pronounced.

"Car I love you .. you said you wouldn't. you said"

Michelle leant her forehead to Carla's her tears landing on Carla's forehead and slowly sliding downwards.

"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry".

A/N I always thought it should have been Michelle who dealt with Carla during her attempted suicide etc I know it had to be Peter for the storyline to work but hey ho I suppose i've had my moment now! :)